{"id":14911,"date":"2012-10-02T05:30:59","date_gmt":"2012-10-02T03:30:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14911"},"modified":"2012-10-01T23:29:12","modified_gmt":"2012-10-01T21:29:12","slug":"des-etoiles-dans-les-yeux","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14911","title":{"rendered":"Des \u00e9toiles dans les yeux"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je craque.<\/p>\n

Me plier en 128, me d\u00e9carcasser pendant des semaines,
\nChercher des id\u00e9es pour lui prouver \u00e0 quel point je l’aime,
\nPr\u00e9parer une surprise en esp\u00e9rant voir dans ses yeux des \u00e9tincelles.<\/p>\n

Sentir que j’ai peut-\u00eatre bien r\u00e9ussi,
\nQuand il saute en l’air et se met \u00e0 crier Yooouuuppiiee<\/em>,
\nPuis se jette \u00e0 mon cou pour me dire Merci<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Autant j’aime les cadeaux et les surprises,
\nJe crois que recevoir ne me procurera jamais autant de plaisir,
\nQue celui que j’ai \u00e0 les offrir.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Chaque ann\u00e9e le voir un peu plus grandir,
\nR\u00e9aliser que ces moments pr\u00e9cieux sont si \u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8res,
\nRepousser de toutes mes forces la nostalgie,
\nOuvrir mes yeux et mon c\u0153ur pour saisir l’instant de magie.<\/p>\n

Happy 4 James !<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je craque. Me plier en 128, me d\u00e9carcasser pendant des semaines, Chercher des id\u00e9es pour lui prouver \u00e0 quel point je l’aime, Pr\u00e9parer une surprise en esp\u00e9rant voir dans ses yeux des \u00e9tincelles. Sentir que j’ai peut-\u00eatre bien r\u00e9ussi, Quand il saute en l’air et se met \u00e0 crier Yooouuuppiiee, Puis se jette \u00e0 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[38],"tags":[396],"class_list":["post-14911","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3Sv","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14911","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14911"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14911\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14917,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14911\/revisions\/14917"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14911"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14911"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14911"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}